Just For You.

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Just For You

 

I speak, and nothing comes back but You.

I am a sounding board.

The wood Your hammer strikes.

My heart is a plum in Your mouth

and You are making me delicious

in this hunger.

 

This happening in me,

is your coral reef.

I am a thousands tendrils of appetite

looking for a morsel.

A sea anemone and a star fish,

groping for a taste

of the seas substance.

Castaway, not even hoping to survive.

Just molecules of matter and water

looking to wash myself

in loves mouth.

 

If I am light,

it is because Your Sun has sunk me

into a pool of your juice.

And I can only be this liquid humidity

looking for a place to flow.

This sweat comes from the labor

of Your child bearing,

forming words from infant movements

within the Suns womb.

 

The skin of this world

gets wrapped around my thoughts

like a drape from Your dress,

and deep within it all

Your divine vagina pushes me through

crying in whispers,

covered in this blood and passion.

 

I am a salt laden drop of sound

chanting sea shanty’s

for drunken sailors.

Our rough handed commotion

must surely give You pleasure.

Let my dust soften the footfall of your Light.

If I lay down to be the dumb earth again

will you grow me as your silent rose

and wear this scent. Just for You?

 

love

 

eric

 

 

 

Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford.